A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 167 Registration for the Duel Competition
The Slytherin common room was rarely rowdy on a Saturday night.

Professor Snape succinctly explained the rules of the duel contest, telling the students that everyone can sign up for the competition, each grade's competition will be held separately, and the ranking will be determined by points, and finally the top three with the highest points in each grade will be rewarded.

"I hope that your brains remain intact in your heads, so that you don't have to sign up enthusiastically, and then embarrass Slytherin in front of the whole school..." Amidst the buzzing discussions among the little wizards , said Snape in a low, smooth voice.

Although the dean poured cold water on everyone, after he distributed the registration form, the little wizards still signed their names on it without thinking.Who doesn't yearn for a high-profile, elegant wizard duel?

The discussion in the lounge exploded like a firecracker. From time to time, the students stretched their necks anxiously to see who had passed the registration form, and their ears were filled with the sound of talking and laughing loudly.

The atmosphere of the members of the study group was not very enthusiastic, because they knew better than others that there was a guy who was too powerful in the second grade.

Blaise shrugged helplessly, glanced at Owen sideways, and muttered, "It's as if anyone in the second grade can beat Owen..."

Daphne, who was originally interested, was stunned, covered her mouth and secretly smiled and said, "It seems that we can only compete for No. 3."

Draco frowned unconvinced, raised his chin and said slowly: "Why are you so unmotivated? I don't believe that no one can teach Owen a lesson." He has been hit, but he has never been convinced. He is as indomitable as he is with Wizard Chess. He has always felt good about himself.

Pansy looked at Draco with a smile on her chin in one hand, she liked this look of not admitting defeat.Well, the look of being battered is also very interesting, and the look of blowing hair is even cuter...

Crabbe and Goyle nodded approvingly, their hands hidden under the table fighting for the last piece of jam cake.What are others saying?Duel contest?It seems that they can't eat it, so it has nothing to do with them.

Owen's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, and then he blinked lazily: "Actually, I don't really want to compete." What's so fun about abusing vegetables?He has killed quite a few black wizards, and he has no interest in playing house with children at all.

"Are you kidding?" Draco glared at him, as if watching a strange flower emerging from the ground, "Is this a duel contest? We're just going to beat the guys from other houses to pieces in front of the whole school, Let the fools, the clumsy fools, and the nerds see the difference between us!"

"Oh, I think we should take good care of the underage flowers," Owen said solemnly, scratching Melet's chin lightly, "so that too many people will be hit and lose hope of progress."

Melet's golden eyes squinted at the group of people, and the expression on the cat's face became more and more haughty.Although Owen is just an average shit shoveler, lazy and playful, always giving his own snacks to other cats, but it's better than other little kids, hehe.

"I suddenly want to beat you up, Owen." Blaise said quietly.He considered the force value of himself and Owen, and then turned his malicious eyes to Melet who looked at him with contempt.

He pounced on the stupid cat enjoying the squinting eyes, snatched her away from Owen's arms like a gust of wind, then rubbed Maolizi's cheeks vigorously with a wicked smile, and brushed the smooth and soft hair into a ball chaos.

"Meow!" Melet screamed and slapped Blaise's chin with the cat's claws, which had retracted the tips of the claws, making a crisp "snap" sound.Her heart is broken, do you know how much time I spend every day combing my beautiful hair neatly?Do you know how much drool I'm going to use next to clean up where your dirty paws have been?
"Oh, I'm still shy." Blaise pouted and kissed Maolizi on the cheek.

But Melet, who was struggling hard, was stunned, her round cat pupils trembled violently, and then she bared her teeth and showed her sharp claws that were shining coldly.Blaise tossed the cat quickly into the arms of the absent-minded Harry, then snickered and ran away.

Melet stepped on Harry's nose with one hind leg, and landed on Owen's legs gracefully and vigorously. She meowed at Owen who was laughing and watching the whole process, and her soft cry was full of grievances. and resentment.

Woohoo, Owen, I'm not clean anymore...

Nyx, who was wrestling with the flames in the fireplace, let out a melodious cry. Although the cry was very pleasant, everyone could feel the deep ridicule contained in it.

"Meow--" Melet gnashed her teeth and rushed towards Nyx.Today, new and old grudges are settled together, she will eat this stinky bird up and down!
Nyx also greeted him with red eyes, and finally gave up tossing the flames.It had been puffing fire into the grate, trying to stain it as black as its own.Owen promised to take him to set people on fire if he did, but he was too tired and out of breath to do it, and the flame that always swallowed the flames it spit out was more hateful than anything.

A cat and a bird made a fuss, and then turned into a chasing battle.Melet took advantage of her size and age to chase Nyx, who was still a young bird, up and down, and finally Nyx turned into a ball of wool under the cat's claws, and was patted and rolled all over the ground like a gourd.

Owen covered his belly and smiled gloatingly, casually glanced at the registration form that had just been handed over, and threw it to Harry, who was still wandering.

"I don't know... who is RAB?" Harry wrinkled his face and thought hard, "Dumbledore said I would know who he is, but the problem is that I really don't know..." He couldn't help but ask Deng Bullido felt a bit of resentment.

The Disillusionment Curse that Dumbledore taught him last time was really too difficult, and he had never been exposed to the advanced knowledge involved in it, and even his own level of magic power was barely enough to meet the requirements for releasing this spell.Fortunately, Owen explained the relevant skills and experience to him in the past few days, so that he could barely release the spell, but it was still so lame that it didn't work when it failed.

When going to the principal's office tonight for class, Dumbledore, who was originally mild-faced, turned cold after inspecting his disillusionment spell, threw him a thick notebook impatiently, and sent him back .Before leaving, the headmaster threw him the locket he found in the cave that time, and asked him to find the locket Horcrux that was preempted by himself...

Holding the note from the locket in his hand, Harry searched his brains for a long time but failed to come up with a matching name.

"I don't understand. Dumbledore must know who this person is. But why didn't he deal with the Horcrux himself? Even if he wants to push this matter to me, he must at least make it clear to me." Harry couldn't help but whine under his breath to Owen.Although he is the one who will fight Voldemort in the prophecy, that doesn't mean that Dumbledore can leave everything to him, right?
Thinking of Dumbledore's hateful face of letting go of the shopkeeper, Harry gritted his teeth with anger.Such a situation really made him want to quit.

Owen closed his eyes slightly sleepily, nodded his head perfunctorily, curled up in the armchair like a lazy cat, and his short black hair, which was combed and not messed up, resembled the glossy hair of a cat.

Harry looked up to the sky and sighed angrily, inexplicably feeling that Owen's delicate and beautiful face had become a little hideous.What's the use of trying?It's not as good as people sleeping every day.Life is too short, it's better to show it badly, let's be salted fish together...

He shook his head vigorously, finally getting rid of this terrible thought.He is a positive and passionate young man, how could he just stagnate like this.

Looking at Owen's lazy look, Harry thought that if Hermione saw this scene, she would definitely say this with a serious face: "Sleep all day? I don't know what you think. You don't think you learn Is the knowledge you have acquired enough? You are wasting your talent, wasting your life! Well, do you know why so many young geniuses end up disappearing? One of the books I read has Such a story..."

Thinking of Hermione who was still lying stiffly in the school hospital, Harry slumped again, and soon regained his fighting spirit.He stretched out his sinful hand full of resentment, and woke up the drowsy Owen. Facing his hazy and confused gaze, he said solemnly, "Owen, do you know a man named RAB?"

Owen had been tossing around in the space facing the wall for a long time before, and now it is time to get tired.He covered his lips and yawned, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes squeezed out tears: "RAB... Rab?"

"It's not this, it's an abbreviation." Harry whispered the words on the note, "To the Dark Lord, I was dead before you read this, but I want you to know that I found you I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I risk my life in the hope that you will be killed if you meet an opponent. The signature is RAB."

"Judging from the contents of the note, the man may have died long ago. But Dumbledore thought I would know him... Maybe he is my relative or something?"

"I don't know anyone with that name." Owen said angrily to Harry's husky-like face, which was trying to straighten up, with the resentment of being woken up when he was about to fall asleep.

"Well, it looks like I haven't been able to find him recently...Dumbledore has disappointed me." Harry said dejectedly.The notebook that Dumbledore threw to him was casually placed on the table in front of him.

Owen curiously took out the notebook under the registration form, and opened the red leather cover. On the title page, it was written in slender, circled fonts: Presented to Harry Potter, hope to learn something, and live a safe life —Albus Dumbledore.

He flipped through it quickly, and wrote down useful spells one after another in the notebook in somewhat sloppy oblique fonts, covering all aspects and making up for shortcomings in all aspects.In addition, there are some techniques for releasing spells, casting spells without spells, and even casting spells without wands, some important but easily overlooked magic common sense, and earnest teachings on certain precautions...

Just by simply flipping through it, you can deeply understand Dumbledore's sincere heart and strong expectations.But this well-intentioned notebook was thrown to Harry by someone as if he was throwing trash... It was almost like saying "Why Dumbledore likes you so much".

"Look, he has high hopes for you." Owen threw the notebook to the other party.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then carefully flipped through the notebook, and finally stared at the message on the title page with red eyes in a daze.

"Harry Potter! Can you tell everyone, what is the charm of a registration form that makes you linger so much that it wastes everyone's time?" Professor Snape silently stood beside him, condescending Looking down at him, the corners of his eyes twitched.

Harry stared up at him in a daze, and then slowly swept towards the table in front of him, only to belatedly realized that the registration form had already been passed to him, and he had completely ignored it...

Blushing, he picked up a pen and scribbled his signature on it, then quickly passed it to Draco, his head buried like a turtle, the tips of his ears turning red.Well, face can be lost, anyway, it is not the first time, but the name must be reported.

Snape stared at him for a long time with a dark face, then glanced at the notebook in his hand, and then strode away.

"Harry, can I borrow this notebook of yours?" Owen asked with a smile on his side.

"Okay." Harry said with a sigh of relief.Anyway, Dumbledore never objected to teaching others what he learned from him.

"Thank you, you are such a nice person." Owen squinted at him and smiled, skillfully copied the notebook into the space facing the wall, and then slumped lazily on the chair again.Well, Harry would have copied it anyway whether he said yes or no, but just to ask... it's polite.

"Don't you want to watch?" Seeing Owen lying back limply again, Harry blinked his eyes.

"I remember." Owen squinted his eyes, his voice was so light that it seemed to be talking in sleep, "Well, I have a photographic memory...quantum reading method."

What the hell?Just turn it over casually and remember, you think I'm stupid... Harry frowned, thinking that sooner or later Owen would be too lazy to become a fat cat.

"Wait, you didn't remind me that the registration form has been passed to me." He suddenly said bitterly.

"Ah, I thought you knew." Owen closed his eyes and said cheerfully.

After bullying Nyx, Melet jumped onto his lap briskly, picked the most comfortable position and lay down on his stomach, stretched contentedly, and yawned big.

Nyx ran to Owen's feet in disgrace, the black down covering his whole body became bald, and the whole bird became gray.It jumped up and down on the floor angrily, and let out a series of crisp and melodious chirps, like the soft singing of a nightingale, but it was cursing.

Melet squinted her cat's eyes and listened to the song, fiddled with her paws lazily, pulled out a bunch of small red fruits from Owen's pocket and threw them on the ground, then looked up at Nyx.Well, it sounds good, it's a reward.

Nyx's cry got stuck in an instant, and there was a "cracking" coughing sound in his throat.It jumped up and kicked the red fruit aside, its body swelled up with anger.It tried to climb up Owen's trouser legs to kill the stupid cat, which was almost mad at the bird, but fell down awkwardly.

Melet let out a cry of gloating, and then rubbed Owen's hand coquettishly.

"Take advantage of Nyx's growing up and bully it more." Owen said while touching the cat's big ears, "When it grows up, you will be the one who will be bullied."

Nyx, who fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, screamed "chichi", his eyes as bright as rubies were full of malice eager to try.Melet opened her mouth and lowered her head in a daze, her mind sketching her future miserable life.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about the bullying not coming back. When it is reborn from the ashes, you can still find a place on it when it turns back into a chick." Owen said mischievously.

Melet's drooping big ears suddenly stood up, and the whole cat became energetic.It raised its chin high and squinted at Nyx, let it flap its wings back two steps, then screamed and went to find Daphne.

"Meow~" Sure enough, Owen still loves me the most!
The registration for the duel contest ended, and Professor Snape left with the densely written registration form.The lounge suddenly became more noisy, the students were talking loudly, everyone was gearing up, eager to try, imagining how to show their skills in the competition.At this moment, the haze hanging over Hogwarts seemed to be completely dispelled.

It wasn't until the night was getting dark that the tired little wizards gradually calmed down and returned to their dormitories.

Owen put Melet on his bed, and settled Nyx in an elaborate nest woven of ivy.He sat on the bed, took out a sealed box from his schoolbag, stroked it lightly with his slender and pale fingers, and then pushed the latch on the outside of the box with a "click", revealing a dilapidated book inside the box. Journal.

Tapping his finger on the black cover of the diary, Owen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then closed the cover with a snap, and put the box back into his schoolbag.

The huge figure of a giant squid passed by the window slowly, and the huge wavy pupils turned, as if peeping at everything in the window.In fact, the windows here are all enchanted, and the situation in the dormitory cannot be seen from the black lake.

Owen lay down on the bed and pulled up the quilt, and said "good night" to the giant squid outside the window.

(End of this chapter)